Novel & Cerita Royal Margarine Cookie X Reader

“Mr. King absolutely loves my cooking.” Adrian nodded profusely. “Yes! The beef was awesome. I’ve never tried nutty beef, but it was amazing!” “Now, Taylor, don’t forget about the cookies,” Adrian reminded. Inner Devil: ‘Told you it was about the cookies.’ Guardian Angel: ‘Maybe a little of both?’ “Yeah. I made those, especially for Mr. King,” Taylor said with a wide grin. Riley motioned toward the dessert tray, pointing at the pistachio chocolate cookies. “These are all for Adrian?”

“I don't have a wife so the shopping thing is still in me. Maybe I will change when I get my princess charming.” I ignored him, already turning out of the shoe store section. “Come on. I want cookies for no reason and I want it now before I commit murder.” We made our way through the mall’s grocery section and immediately swung into action in picking cookies. I scanned the shelves, trailing a hand along boxes and tins until I saw what I wanted. “Hmm.” I pulled a pack into view and read the ingredients out loud. “Buttery raisin clusters, hmm, sounds sweet.”

The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill. She had been telling the truth. “No,” Sabrina whispered, sinking into one of the leather couches. “This can't be right.” “No,” she said, stronger this time. “There has to be an explanation. He loves me.” Sabrina stood up and left the library determined to confront Marco. “I told you, didn't I?” Magdalena asked as soon as Sabrina left the library. “You are nothing but a worthless commoner and you will never be royal.”

"no one is telling you to believe in it, just break the cookie and read it for fun!" heaving a solemn sigh, I pick up the cookie in my hands for closer inspection. there is a hole the size of a small blueberry poked into one of its edges. that's strange... peaking through the hole and I see an outline of a piece of paper rolled up inside. this was a strange fortune cookie. breaking the cookie in the middle and I brush aside the crumbs from the piece of paper. unrolling the paper and I proceed to read what it states. Windham park

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

The same could be said about Aiden and Lucas. Aiden gulped several times before answering, "But - but, Judge Roberts, Twix has better variation when it comes to texture. Mars has about almost the same feel. That crunch from the cookie is just perfect." "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The judge caressed his chin. He replied, "Aiden, have you ever tried fried Mars? Maybe that would convince you otherwise." With that, Aiden was invited for a private talk with the judge. Gunner accompanied Aiden while Lucas and Lily went about entertaining their guests.

She picked up one of the cookies, studying the small square of purple jam. “It’s raspberry, I thought you might enjoy it.” Lola took a bite of the pastry, letting the flavors swirl together as she chewed. It stirred a memory of enjoying the same type of cookie with her mother. Her mother used to bring cookies like these on the weekend after work. She had loved them then. Erik’s shortbread cookies always made her think of her mother. “It’s good, thank you. Do you have any plans for today?” “Just working here, I plan to close early. I started a good book and I can’t wait to finish it.” Erik said, and for a while they lost themselves talking about books.

My voice is barely audible as I take another deep breath. A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly jump up, "Come in." Hestia opens the door with a smile on her face and a plate full of cookies, "Wanna try some oatmeal chocolate cookies?" I raise an eyebrow, "Oatmeal chocolate?" She nods, "I don't like raisins so I replaced it with chocolate chips, want one?" I take one hesitantly as I, too, do not like raisins. I smell it and the sweet scent lifts my spirits, the first bite exploding with flavor.

“So much… warmth.” “It’s because the heat works,” Michael offered, sitting cross-legged on the floor like an interviewer. “Mm,” Gina said, unsure of how to react to that. Mex leaned against the armchair, arms folded, “What kind of cookies did you bring?”, he asked, “and do they contain hidden raisins?” Gina brightened, “Chocolate chip. With a little sea salt.” “Acceptable,” Mex commented seriously.